The smell of the private hospital was different from the county clinic where we had started. There was no scent of industrial bleach or rot here, instead, it smelled of expensive lilies and filtered air. It was quiet,disturbingly quiet.
"Dad, I’m confused," I said, the words feeling like lead in my mouth.
I turned away from the window, looking at the man who was the reason I had sold my soul. My father, Grain, was sitting up in a motorized bed that probably cost more than my old apartment. The color had returned to his cheeks. His hands weren't shaking anymore. He looked ten years younger, all because of the man who currently had a tracker on my phone and my heart rate in his pocket.
"What is confusing you?" Grain asked, his voice steady and strong. "Because in what you said, I can’t te
